For a few weeks now, Orion had been involved in a purely sexual relationship with the man he came to know as Tatum Foster. It was the only detail he needed to know, and the only thing he had asked of the man since first meeting him. The better part of his afternoon had been spent in between the man's bared long, toned legs. Each of Orion's biceps, easily thwarting the size of a regular man's head, flattened across the upper thigh as arms rested fully atop of him. With one hand firmly secured around the base of Tatum's impressive, thickened cock, Orion's pink, plump and pretty lips parted to secure the weighted bulbous head into his hot mouth. For as long as he was allowed, the larger of the two men swallowed and slurped the man's shaft with gusto and a festered hunger that seemed to be limitless. The last half hour had Orion filling Tatum's bedroom with the sounds of slopping spit, wet gushes of a hand stroking the fat meat when he needed to give his throat a few seconds to take a breather, and the obscenely loud gulping and suckling when he swallowed the length down into his throat, causing his neckline to bulge, veins to creep up and his eyes to be forced shut. But even with all of his experience and his hunger, he was about inch or so away from comfortably burying his face into his pubic region, and to feel those firm, smooth balls press taut against his wet, dripping chin.
Whenever he felt Tatum rise to a climax, or had been warned of it, he would stop what he was doing and bring the man to the edge. As badly as he wanted to feast upon his seed and not waste a single drop of it, Orion wished to keep the man at the peak of his arousal for what was to come later.
"Thank you," his voice hoarse and raspy from the strain he had caused to his throat for the last hour. The nice thing to do was to simply provide Tatum with gratitude for allowing him his fill of him, and just simply lay back and admire a professional doing his best work. Beads of sweat formed along his forehead and his temples, bubbles of spit drenched across the facial hair surrounding his mouth, chin and jaw. But he didn't care. This man's cock was perhaps one of the few that he had a regular meeting with. Orion would savour his taste for days to come, until he would call him again for a return visit.
Once he had his fill and believed he had applied his best work to that monstrosity of a cock, he turned away from him, laying flat on his stomach on the King-sized bed, legs extending outwards as he dragged his jockstrap away from his hips, freeing his cock at last, pushing them down past smooth and muscular thighs, and flinging the garment carelessly aside. Before he could even tempt or demand the attention he wanted, he felt the throbbing, fat piece of meat he had thoroughly lubricated with his own spit and the other's pre-cum, press between the crevice of his large buttocks. There was a hum of appreciation that rumbled from the deepest depths of his chest. Hips rolled back against that fat, proud piece of delicious meat. Orion licked at his lips, remembering himself of the taste. "Please," he mewled, letting out a soft whimper. "I need you inside of me... p-please, Tatum... please." He begged, tilting his head in a way that he could look back at his friend, his lower back sinfully arched in a way that illustrated just how badly he needed this; to be fucked, to be bred, to be used until both he and Tatum were trembling with pleasure. Orion reached out to his left, grabbing a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table. He popped the cap off of it, squeezed a drop to help alleviate some of the ache of his own erection that hung between his legs, before returning it to the rightful owner. In a more demanding tone, he blurted out a needful, "Fuck me, Tatum."
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